Post by Starkindler (The Naked Jedi) on May 9, 2006 17:00:23 GMT -5
OK.
Just experimenting with an idea and character here.
The Sith character is an OLD one from way back in my RPG days. He wasn't originally a Sith but I spiffed him up a bit for the SW mileu.
The Jedi is my 'alter Ego' so to speak (meaning I gave him my screen name in order to have some fun).
Let me know if you think the story line worth continuing....Comments and feedback are welcome in this thread!
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Revisions made and posted...some slight changes will be noted by those who've read the story so far.
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SETTING: Some ten years after the execution of Order 66 in the Soma System in the Outer Rim near Hutt Space.
ARRIVAL
The brief, telltale, flare of a ship exiting hyperspace seemed almost a mistake since nothing could be seen after it faded. There was a ship though, small, black, and angular with armaments belonging on a much larger vessel. No lights gave away the ship’s position and even its engine exhaust was pre-cooled so no plume could be seen. It moved like a shadow into the asteroid belt that peppered the system.
Deftly it bobbed and weaved a path through to the heart of the system. There were only three planets in the system and, of those, only one suitable for humanoid life. It was to that planet, Soma III, a high gravity frontier world remarkable only for its profitable but small mining operations, that the shadow-ship was headed. Various rare gemstones were mined there, almost as an afterthought, along with large deposits of Durelium. Why he was headed to this backwater mining colony was the part of the equation the pilot would solve once there. For now though the task at hand was to not become part of the detritus floating through the system. It was a challenge he relished and he pushed his ship faster through the floating fields of ice and rock. Answers would come later, for now it was just him and his ship against the randomness of space…..
LANDING
The shadow-ship stopped just inside the edge of the asteroid belt nearest Soma III and waited for night to fall on the planet below before it slid out from the cover of the rocks and made for the planet. Just before coming into scanner range the pilot flipped a switch and a transponder signal began transmitting. It was only a moment or two before the spaceport contacted him with landing instructions. He reviewed the coordinates and banked accordingly. As it descended into visual range the shadow ship shimmered and briefly took on the quality of rippling water. When the ripples stilled the shadow ship was gone and in its place was a small two-man commercial freighter.
He set down as instructed and waited for the customary cargo-droid to approach and radioed that he was here to take on cargo in the morning and would be catching some sleep until then. After an affirmative twittering from the droid he shut down ships systems and settled in to wait. When it was quieter he’d be about his business, but until then he had some chores to see to.
WAITING
Patience had never really been his strong suit. Perhaps that was why the Force kept him waiting all the time? Some sort of Cosmic joke at his expense? He supposed anything was possible; after all doing the impossible was his stock in trade. He settled down to meditate and seek the visions he needed for his rendezvous. He knew he was to be here, at a certain place and time, but not much more.
First things first, though. He reinforced the ship’s image in the Force so it would hold while he was away. It wasn’t hard projecting the image into the Force and setting up the resonance patterns needed to hold the illusion, but it was extremely draining. Drawing heavily on the Dark Side he set it up and then turned to other matters. Visions came to him of miners and woodcutters, women, men, and children. He watched for patterns and repeated features in the faces seeking the elements that would become his disguise. When he had seen enough he banished the visions and slumped visibly as he broke the trance.
Weary from the intensity of the tasks he had just completed he realized that without a short restorative healing trance he would probably be unable to move later, much less make his rendezvous. There was not much time so he would need to go deep. He set the ship’s chrono to trigger the internal alarms at the appropriate time and hoped they’d be enough to rouse him.
DEBARKING
The claxon roused him as he’d hoped, and he quickly shut it down before the ports sensors picked up on it. Feeling refreshed from his trance he went to the hatchway and lowered the ramp. It slid noiselessly down to the permacrete on well-oiled pistons. Standing at the top of the ramp he drew a deep breath and as he let it out his features began rippling and by the time he finished exhaling he looked like no one and everyone on Soma III. His was a face to be forgotten; familiar yet not so. He descended the ramp and used a simple Force illusion to make his clothing look drab and wholly unremarkable.
The ramp slid back up as he strode away from the ship and into the shadows of the night. The Force flowed through him, canceling out the effects of the high gravity. He was seeking the place he knew would be there, a small cantina somewhere ahead and to the left. He’d know it when he got to it. Though not for hours yet, as the vision had showed him, he wanted to be familiar with the area and establishment before the meeting. It always paid to know the lay of the land and have at least two exits marked. No one noticed him making his way through the streets as he searched for the cantina.
WATCHING
He found the cantina easily enough. There weren’t very many in the town to choose from and only one in the direction he was headed. It was closed as he had hoped. He let himself in and sat in a back corner to do some more waiting. He knew the place would open up soon for the morning crowds. Opening his senses to the Force he felt the workers come, one by one, to open up for the day’s patrons. As each one came in and saw him he reached out and blunted the memory from their minds. All they saw was an empty booth instead of him. It was more taxing this way but he needed the practice. As soon as patrons began coming in he lifted his Force applied blindness and just sat watching.
He kept himself open to the Force and focused his attention on each person who entered. He wanted to know who was here to meet him before they knew he was here.
This whole thing was unusual for him. Usually he was contacted directly for a job. This time his meditations had been interrupted by a vision of this bar and impression of the time frame. He might have just ignored it, but he was currently contract free and curious.
Besides, he loved a challenge.
Just experimenting with an idea and character here.
The Sith character is an OLD one from way back in my RPG days. He wasn't originally a Sith but I spiffed him up a bit for the SW mileu.
The Jedi is my 'alter Ego' so to speak (meaning I gave him my screen name in order to have some fun).
Let me know if you think the story line worth continuing....Comments and feedback are welcome in this thread!
=========================================
Revisions made and posted...some slight changes will be noted by those who've read the story so far.
==========================================
SETTING: Some ten years after the execution of Order 66 in the Soma System in the Outer Rim near Hutt Space.
ARRIVAL
The brief, telltale, flare of a ship exiting hyperspace seemed almost a mistake since nothing could be seen after it faded. There was a ship though, small, black, and angular with armaments belonging on a much larger vessel. No lights gave away the ship’s position and even its engine exhaust was pre-cooled so no plume could be seen. It moved like a shadow into the asteroid belt that peppered the system.
Deftly it bobbed and weaved a path through to the heart of the system. There were only three planets in the system and, of those, only one suitable for humanoid life. It was to that planet, Soma III, a high gravity frontier world remarkable only for its profitable but small mining operations, that the shadow-ship was headed. Various rare gemstones were mined there, almost as an afterthought, along with large deposits of Durelium. Why he was headed to this backwater mining colony was the part of the equation the pilot would solve once there. For now though the task at hand was to not become part of the detritus floating through the system. It was a challenge he relished and he pushed his ship faster through the floating fields of ice and rock. Answers would come later, for now it was just him and his ship against the randomness of space…..
LANDING
The shadow-ship stopped just inside the edge of the asteroid belt nearest Soma III and waited for night to fall on the planet below before it slid out from the cover of the rocks and made for the planet. Just before coming into scanner range the pilot flipped a switch and a transponder signal began transmitting. It was only a moment or two before the spaceport contacted him with landing instructions. He reviewed the coordinates and banked accordingly. As it descended into visual range the shadow ship shimmered and briefly took on the quality of rippling water. When the ripples stilled the shadow ship was gone and in its place was a small two-man commercial freighter.
He set down as instructed and waited for the customary cargo-droid to approach and radioed that he was here to take on cargo in the morning and would be catching some sleep until then. After an affirmative twittering from the droid he shut down ships systems and settled in to wait. When it was quieter he’d be about his business, but until then he had some chores to see to.
WAITING
Patience had never really been his strong suit. Perhaps that was why the Force kept him waiting all the time? Some sort of Cosmic joke at his expense? He supposed anything was possible; after all doing the impossible was his stock in trade. He settled down to meditate and seek the visions he needed for his rendezvous. He knew he was to be here, at a certain place and time, but not much more.
First things first, though. He reinforced the ship’s image in the Force so it would hold while he was away. It wasn’t hard projecting the image into the Force and setting up the resonance patterns needed to hold the illusion, but it was extremely draining. Drawing heavily on the Dark Side he set it up and then turned to other matters. Visions came to him of miners and woodcutters, women, men, and children. He watched for patterns and repeated features in the faces seeking the elements that would become his disguise. When he had seen enough he banished the visions and slumped visibly as he broke the trance.
Weary from the intensity of the tasks he had just completed he realized that without a short restorative healing trance he would probably be unable to move later, much less make his rendezvous. There was not much time so he would need to go deep. He set the ship’s chrono to trigger the internal alarms at the appropriate time and hoped they’d be enough to rouse him.
DEBARKING
The claxon roused him as he’d hoped, and he quickly shut it down before the ports sensors picked up on it. Feeling refreshed from his trance he went to the hatchway and lowered the ramp. It slid noiselessly down to the permacrete on well-oiled pistons. Standing at the top of the ramp he drew a deep breath and as he let it out his features began rippling and by the time he finished exhaling he looked like no one and everyone on Soma III. His was a face to be forgotten; familiar yet not so. He descended the ramp and used a simple Force illusion to make his clothing look drab and wholly unremarkable.
The ramp slid back up as he strode away from the ship and into the shadows of the night. The Force flowed through him, canceling out the effects of the high gravity. He was seeking the place he knew would be there, a small cantina somewhere ahead and to the left. He’d know it when he got to it. Though not for hours yet, as the vision had showed him, he wanted to be familiar with the area and establishment before the meeting. It always paid to know the lay of the land and have at least two exits marked. No one noticed him making his way through the streets as he searched for the cantina.
WATCHING
He found the cantina easily enough. There weren’t very many in the town to choose from and only one in the direction he was headed. It was closed as he had hoped. He let himself in and sat in a back corner to do some more waiting. He knew the place would open up soon for the morning crowds. Opening his senses to the Force he felt the workers come, one by one, to open up for the day’s patrons. As each one came in and saw him he reached out and blunted the memory from their minds. All they saw was an empty booth instead of him. It was more taxing this way but he needed the practice. As soon as patrons began coming in he lifted his Force applied blindness and just sat watching.
He kept himself open to the Force and focused his attention on each person who entered. He wanted to know who was here to meet him before they knew he was here.
This whole thing was unusual for him. Usually he was contacted directly for a job. This time his meditations had been interrupted by a vision of this bar and impression of the time frame. He might have just ignored it, but he was currently contract free and curious.
Besides, he loved a challenge.